Finding Home

Being alone.

Finding Home. 

I moved many times since 2004, my last move was last July to Boise, Idaho. I love our little house, It's cozy and simple, so simple we have no sofa. Why not you ask? Because someone miscalculated the moving truck's cubic feet!

I’m always reluctant to move and our new place still doesn’t feel like home. Though I have a sense of belonging in my half measure studio.

I can no longer ignore the challenges of this move. I compare the aspects of my life to the years before Idaho. Heck! let's face it before 30 years ago.

I dread the future and transitions are difficult. Right now as we say in Canada, “slow as molasses in January” but it’s March! 

I have not found myself or the essence of our home/city, I’m uncomfortable. With time and age, my way of life is different. What I want is different and how I want to express myself is different.

What’s next? Who knows! It’s getting to the other side that’s bumpy! Driving over a cliff, bumpy! How do you cope with change?

“Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting”—my motto for this month. While my husband goes by “Sometimes you just have to leap, and build your wings on the way down.”—Kobi Yamada

Michael has always built his wings as he travels. I hate that!!

Before the molasses came, I took my creativity and published an artists’ book that speaks of being alone, missing my country and missing my culture. I present to you Finding Home.

 © 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

© 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

 © 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

© 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

 © 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

© 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

 © 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

© 2016 Louise Levergneux, Finding Home

After taking a writing workshop with Paulann Petersen last summer, I wrote the poem for Finding Home.

 

At home, the sun kisses the foothills 

and transforms 

the horizon with vivid colours. 

 

Finding home...

Where do I belong?

 

Longing to be back home, 

where the maple leaf 

soars above the hills 

and 

la langue Française

de la belle province 

is recognized,

 

Dreaming of home, 

I wake to the sounds 

of coyotes 

and

live where the light shines till late

—the days are long, 

the country wild and free,

 

A sense of place, 

a sense of belonging, 

je me souviens

de la fleur de lys

my roots are deep, 

back and forth 

as a butterfly flitting 

across the miles. 

 

Finding home...

Where do I belong?—© 2016 Louise Levergneux


I have made two explosion boxes with the help of Susan Bonthron. I discovered Susan’s Adam’s Error, Only One Bite the day I was exploring 23 Sandy Gallery’s website. Soon after I emailed Susan to guide me to a tutorial. To my amazement, Susan emailed me her instructions. I made an 8 inches square box for my first explosion box. Never start big!!

 © 2014 Louise Levergneux, Equinox,Time

© 2014 Louise Levergneux, Equinox,Time


Susan’s artist book Adam’s Error, Only One Bite is about the myth of Adam in Eden, the intersection of belief and reason, and the mathematical discoveries that represent the ‘bites’ each scientist or mathematician tastes of the whole mythical fruit that represents what can be known of our universe. Susan’s choice of mathematicians was inspired by Michael Guillen’s book, Five Equations that Changed the World: the Power and Poetry of Mathematics (New York: Hyperion, 1995).

 © 2012 Susan Bonthron, Adam’s Error, Only One Bite

© 2012 Susan Bonthron, Adam’s Error, Only One Bite

 © 2012 Susan Bonthron, Adam’s Error, Only One Bite

© 2012 Susan Bonthron, Adam’s Error, Only One Bite

 © 2012 Susan Bonthron, Adam’s Error, Only One Bite

© 2012 Susan Bonthron, Adam’s Error, Only One Bite

Susan works under the imprint Otter Pond Bindery.

Does your art decode the passage of time?